Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

I have nowhere to go, I will borrow you to stay in the valley, and when Lou Zuo wakes up, I will bid him farewell. "

He Wuqing walked straight forward, his voice came from afar: "Where are you going after?"

Fang Qingchen glanced at Dongfang Yumaibai and said, "A debt of blood has its own place."

One after the other, they drifted away.

Lian Tomb Island, in front of Shilian Tomb.

Hang Che's spiritual power is almost exhausted. The distance of ten feet away was only a few steps in the past, but now he has exhausted his last bit of spiritual power when he walks over. A body with overdrawn spiritual power.

He Yan stood straight on the spot, her hand gestures fixed on the last soul-casting move, her eyes were open, and at first glance, she seemed to be able to send another [-] resentful souls, but when she looked closely, she found that her eyes were already dull, He Yan Already unconscious.

Hang Che lowered his head to look at his wife's wrist. The wound on it was grim and dripping with blood. It wasn't fresh blood. He Yan had no more blood to bleed, but the previous blood that hadn't clotted. drops to the ground.

The blood under the soul blade knife cannot be coagulated.Regardless of whether it is a human or a demon, if you are stabbed to death by a soul blade, you will bleed to death.

Fortunately, He Yan's wound healed automatically, after all, he is the master of the soul blade.

The pale arms, the glaring red blood, and even the body temperature were as cold as if he had lost his vital signs. If he hadn't pressed the pulse gate and heard the very weak and slow pulse, Hang Che would almost lie down in the tomb with his wife in his arms.

There is no need to use blood to cross the soul, the situation is better than He Yan, but it is not good, the cold sweat is covered on the bald head, the eyes are closed and the energy is exhausted, falling backwards, and Qin Feng, who has come over with difficulty, is in his arms.

Qin Qimeng stood there, looking over there from a distance, and slowly picked up two Qin's parents' knives.After the spiritual power is exhausted, this knife is really heavy.

Not to mention taking the younger brother's hand.

Qin Feng rested for a while, got up slowly, put on his back for crossing, took a deep look at Hang Che and He Yan, said "Let's go first", and followed the eldest sister down the mountain step by step.

The brothers and sisters of the Qin family tacitly left Lianmu Island to the two former masters.

Hang Che leaned on the tombstone of the last tomb of Shilian Tomb, holding He Yan in his arms, gently stroking He Yan's bloodless lips with his fingers, brushing away the sweaty hair on his forehead.The other hand rested on the back of He Yan's heart, and tried several times, but it was all in vain, and he couldn't squeeze a trace of spiritual power to He Yan.He had no choice but to look at the corner of He Yan's mouth helplessly, smiled softly, then took off "Liu Shuang" and drew it on the same position as He Yan's veins, blood gushed out, and poured it for He Yan to drink.

There was a warm light, Hang Che looked over, a majestic red sun rose from the sea, the morning light shone, and the night was over.

A new day has begun.

"Yan'er, everything is over." Hang Che lightly stroked his wife's face that was finally glowing warmly in the sun, "I'll wait for you to wake up."

"Ma'am, don't sleep for too long, my husband misses you very much."

After the soul-suppressing seal on Lianmu Island dissipated, everyone discovered that there was a layer of restriction inside the soul-suppressing seal, which was the third layer of restriction that Lou Lang still had at present.In the narrow space between the soul-suppressing seal and the prohibition, many monks were randomly sandwiched.

The disciples of the Hang family searched around the island along the prohibition, and found the sleeping Lord Lin Yuan on the east side of Xiangyang.

In twos and threes, the children of the Hang family rescued the people who were trapped here 50 years ago. They tried one by one, most of them were still alive, and some died.Looking at the bodies of those who died, there were signs of fighting and tearing each other. It seems that they had fought with their lives when they were still sober in the early years.Also, 50 years of darkness, no sunshine and no water, people can eat people.

The Yin family's Wuwu respected Yin Dian, the Qin family's Yumen respected Qin Di, and the Ji family's Jin Zhong respected Ji Zheng. They all left a sigh of relief, and the Hang family sent them to the waiting families behind.

Half a year later, the Ji family held a funeral, and Jin Zhongzun, who was finally rescued, passed away.The person who died was very strange, it was said that he disappeared suddenly and couldn't be found everywhere, but when he was finally found, he was kneeling under the island of the tomb and returned to the west.

A year later, Emperor Jingkang died.Before his death, the special historian added a person "Yan Shuo" to the biography of the traitors of this dynasty.Everyone in the imperial court didn't know who he was, and they were all confused, but the emperor had to write it, because after all, there were some secret guards around the emperor who couldn't announce it to the world.If this person can write, he must be dead, so there is no need to keep his identity secret.

Yan Shuo's biography is harsher than that written by all treacherous officials in history, and many extremely derogatory words such as "full of evil", "ruthless", "deceive the king", "do all kinds of evil" are used throughout the article.

It must have been something extremely bad that made Emperor Jingkang hate him so much that he could not rest in peace.

Five years later.

A small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the bustling streets, the sound of hawking can be heard endlessly.

A well-known teahouse was surrounded so tightly that people who couldn't get in stuck their heads out the door to listen.

It turned out that the most famous storyteller in this city was talking about the last time of Pi Xiangshi: "It is said that Lou Lang reincarnated the third life, did countless good deeds, went through countless calamities, and attained enlightenment and ascended—"

The guest couldn't wait for the storyteller to tell the truth, and urged loudly, "Where's his wife?"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I live in a fairy island of peach blossoms with my wife, Yue'er, and we will never be separated."

The guests sighed and praised.

Lou Lang's stories are so heart-warming that you will never tire of hearing them. After all, this is the closest "god" to mortals. Some old people have even seen Lou Lang with their own eyes. Real people and things sound interesting.It is true, but there are many versions.Some people say that no matter which version of the script, the things said are true, because the earliest people who said these things are said to have come back from the Lianmu Island after a narrow escape. As for fake.Moreover, the meaning of each version is very consistent - the hero should not sleep forever in the hero's grave, but should live the same life as Qingshan.

So, those things should all be true.

Outside the teahouse, a man in white clothes and gold belt asked softly the man in purple clothes beside him: "Are you still listening?"

Although the man in purple was listening, his gaze remained on the man beside him. His eyes were spotless, as clean as a boy's. He didn't speak very fast, and even had a little difficulty. It wasn't a problem with his throat, but a slow reaction in his brain. However, he said slowly, "Then are you still listening?"

The man in white and gold belt said patiently: "Before asking me a question, you must call me by my name."

There was mist in the eyes of the man in purple, as if he was very annoyed and blamed himself for not being able to remember things.

The man in white held his hand and comforted him softly: "I don't mean to blame you, but I like to hear you call me that."

"Shocked Wild Goose." The man in purple nodded vigorously, opened his mouth to continue, but forgot what he wanted to say, his eyes were foggy with anxiety, "I forgot what I wanted to ask you just now..."

The man in white said softly: "It doesn't matter, as long as I remember it. You asked me just now if I still listen, and I will answer you now, 'Shihuan wants to listen, so I will accompany you'."

After this reminder, Yan Shuo remembered the previous question, most of the mist in his eyes dissipated, and he said with a smile: "I don't listen, I want to go home."

"Then go home." Xie Jingyan said, "It's time to go back to the valley after being out for a month."

On a certain remote island, the mountains and plains are full of peach blossoms.If you walk a circle along the flower path, it will be ten miles.At the end of the flower path, there is a small ferry, and there is a sign saying "Ten Mile Peach Blossom Ferry".

The writing is very delicate, exuding an extreme elegance.

The flowers are blooming, but no one is seen.

In the depth of three thousand peach blossoms, there is a small house.Although the house is small, it is extremely exquisitely built. The eaves, doors, walls and windows are all made of exquisite materials and elegantly carved.Even the aroma of the wine wafting out of it is very elegant. If the red stove, fine wine, and heat are missing the same or a little bit, it will not be able to produce such an elegant and mellow taste.

There was no one in front of the red stove where the wine was cooked, but the fire was burning just right, presumably someone had set up a fine formation.

Going further into the inner room, there is a book case by the window. The book case is clear and clean, and the four treasures of the study are neatly arranged. It looks like it is placed randomly, but in fact, it pays attention to the orientation and angle, and the decoration is self-contained and elegant.

Sitting in front of the desk was a man, upright and restrained, very elegant.He held the scroll in one hand and turned slightly sideways. When the scroll in his hand turned a page, he would look up from the page to look at the bed in the room.

Turning another page, he glanced at the bed again, and returned to the book.

Halfway through, he suddenly froze tightly, and the fingers holding the scroll trembled slightly.

Because he heard the person on the bed finally speak.

After sleeping for five years, her voice was a little hoarse, but she still couldn't hide her sweet smile, and said: "Yaoxian, how long have I been asleep?"

When Hang Che put down the book, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist and red, and his steps were obviously restrained, but he still staggered a little. He hugged his wife: "Yan'er, the wine has been boiled countless times, just wait Get up and drink."

He Yan was slightly taken aback by the unfamiliar room and environment.

Hang Che hugged his wife tightly, and there was a small tremor in his voice, which was not in line with the demeanor of the Hang family fairy, but because he couldn't suppress it, it made people feel extremely moved: "Yan'er, I miss you very much."

In her husband's arms, smelling the familiar scent and feeling the strong possessive force, He Yan naturally understood that this is home, she smiled and said: "Yaoxian, I miss you too."

Never part again.

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The author says:

Although the update was interrupted for a few days, in the end the thick and long chapter made up for the number of words owed during the update period.The update speed of Yangtian has met my own expectations, and it is much faster than the previous one.

Why does it have to be such a thick and long chapter, instead of just splitting it into three or four chapters?Because some readers have said it, and I have also said it myself. I wrote five at the end... obsessive-compulsive disorder, there is no cure.

Thank you for accompanying me until the end of Yangtian's main text.

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